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[wolfrunner]

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Ten.

Ten headstones the young teen counted. Ten headstones within a few weeks and each with the name of a member of the girl's family carved on the face.

It wasn't fair.

It just wasn't fair!

The young teen stared down the hallway she was walking down with narrowed eyes. Hands clenched into fists resting in her pockets trying to keep her emotions in check and just barely managing to. It wasn't working. The fury was still visible just by glancing at her face and in her body language. Despite not knowing personally who the deceased were, the orange haired teen had made this a ritual. Visiting these headstones to pay her respects to those who'd been murdered in cold blood just about everyday. Yes. Things such as death, murder, torture and violence in general were the currencies of the Port Mafia which the teen knew all too well. Yet, despite that knowledge and the lack of personal involvement with the victims, the copper haired fifteen year old still felt connected to each victim that had been identified. After all they were all mafia. They were nothing more then one of the numerous foot soldiers and maybe two Mafioso yet the girl felt for them. Rank and role didn't matter to her. The Port Mafia was her family as well as all it's members. Everyone from those which were more rank and file to the five Executives. They were all targeted for no other reason then being a member of the mafia yet the Boss refused, totally and utterly refused, to allow her to join the organization! So much so that it wouldn't surprise her if she asked only to end up pulverized on the ground floor of headquarters from the top floor office next time. It wasn't like the orange haired teen was asking for special treatment or a high position! Because that was the last thing on the teen's mind! She wasn't asking for personal glory or out of boredom either! The copper haired girl wanted to join the organization because she believed she could help do some good. No strike that...it was more like the teen knew she could do some good if she joined the organization. Why couldn't the Boss see that!?

Still despite the most likely outcome being the same as it had been she had to try. Maybe, in time, the copper haired teen could simply wear the man down enough for him to finally give in... An involuntary snort left her at this thought. Yeah this was a wishful thinking, besides there was no time to be had in this case. The longer it took for the boss to see how much of a asset she could be the more members could be killed. "I'll make him see.", muttered the teen as she made her way towards the all too well known office.

[quiixxy]

chuuya nakahara // location main office // tags n/a


the slight buzzing in this office spikes annoyance in chuuya. it was silent, then there was the
faint sound of some god forsaken machine, most likely broken. something for aktugawa to fix.
hed have to note that for later. letting out a tired sigh chuuya ran a hand through his amber
hair, strands falling down over his face. itd been a stressful few weeks. members of the mafia
were dying left and right. 10 bodies buried with little to no remorse. although chuuya was used
to seeing violence in his past both in the mafia and during his time with the sheep these murders
were different. something about them seemed off. the people werent killed in a mission, with a
squad, or in a fight. they were just slaughtered. it still baffled the mafia boss in some ways how
people were reacting. some turned a blind eye to the situation while others were keen to jump
on him. whilst he was in the midst of attempting to keep everyone else down his own daughter
pounced on the problem, chiming in every chance she got. god, could she just keep her mouth
shut for once ? it wasnt that chuuya didnt care for her, or love her any less than he always had
it was incredibly stressful to run the port mafia let alone chase after a 15 year old teenager who
was obsessed with being in the mafia. it was all too much for chuuya. everything felt
like it was closing on him. even his own office felt too small. soon enough chuuya heard
a faint tap at his door. his pale ocean eyes looked up, bags weighing them down from exhaustion.
before he could get the chance to allow someone to enter a familiar body burst through.

(( im guessing yukiko is going to talk to chuuya. pm me if it needs changed.

[wolfrunner]

Upon reaching the door to the boss's office, the teen stopped in front of it staring hesitating at the heavy wooden double doors. The two mafia black-clad men standing on either side of the enterance silently stepping aside for her. Here she went again with another attempt to convince the organization's boss who was causing her nothing but frustration since these murders started. No. Yukiko couldn't get emotional. If the young girl let her temper out then it was more then likely going to cause a simple conversation to.....escalate. Yukiko wanted to help and prove the man on the other side of the doors didn't have to worry about her. That he could count on her a little bit. Taking a deep breath the orange haired girl turned to one of the gaurds offering a half hearted smile, "Wish me luck!" Not waiting or expecting a reply from the guy, Yukiko gave a soft knock on the doors before forcing her way in with the best air of bussiness she could muster.

Yukiko walked into the large office letting the doors close on their own at her back. Her head held high in confidance as she swallowed down her nerves. She could not look weak! This was a matter of importance and the boss had to know how serious and determined the young girl was! "Pardon the intrusion Boss but-", Yukiko's voice died midsentence making her choke on her intended words. Blue eyes blinking while the facade of professionalism fell the moment they fell on the man sitting behind the desk. Yukiko tried to form her words but was unsuccessful in doing so. The way the organization leader looked had her thrown for a complete loop, having never seen him so......so....... Startling her wasn't the word for what seeing the Gifted Port Mafia Boss as he was did to her. It down right shook her to her core making her freeze in place.

[quiixxy]

chuuya nakahara // location main office // tags yukiko nakahara

chuuya was startled at how fast yukiko burst through. confidence practically radiating off of her.
cocking a brow up chuuya listened to how professional yukiko first sounded. it was a usual occurance
for yukiko to forget that she was supposed to address chuuya as "boss" around any port mafia member
or around the port mafia grounds. the words felt odd in someways that his own daughter called him
boss when usually the words "father" or "dad" poured off her lips. there were days chuuya admired
her confidence. the way shed puff out her chest slightly and how fire burned brightly in her eyes.
this confidence could always be off annoyance. sometimes yukiko would use this against chuuya and
demand orders. yukiko's voice faltered, causing irritation and confusion to spark in chuuya. how was
he suppose to work when everyone was bursting through his doors. "yes, yukiko what is it ? i really do not
have all the time in the world." the words came out in a low growl but his eyes shone with affection.

[DuskzeHedgie]

☆ ωιℓℓσω "νιχєη" ѕнαкєѕρєαʀє ☆ outside port mafia hq
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keeping herself firmly squished against the wall of an adjacent building, vixen irritably flicks her burgundy colored tail as she stays hidden from the security cameras. she's been observing the illustrious port mafia headquarters for the last few minutes now, only after tailing Yukiko around the city all morning, waiting for the irate little red-head to return to base so she could finally call the sheep and tell them to move into position. the brunette's patience is very nearly exhausted, especially with the sun blaring away in the sky like the visual equivalent of an ear-splitting car alarm. it's been hammering on her nerves at every turn, reflecting off of all nearby surfaces to shine directly into her sensitive eyes and give her a headache, and heating up her bushy fur to give her the distinct impression of being covered in itchy lava. she'd petitioned for a night raid of course, but according to Shirase it was important that Chuuya himself saw her "save" Yukiko, and since the mafia's boss didn't have the eyes of a kitsune, the sun was just a necessary evil in their grand scheme. apparently, it also sent a message; that the sheep weren't going to hide anymore and that they could hit the mafia at any time, at any place, and get away with it- including within a mile of their own headquarters in broad daylight. sure, she could admit there were good reasons for it, but it still made her want to sneak fire ants into her team member's shoes as retribution for daytime missions all over again. of course, the last time she did that they ended up throwing her into a lake for her trouble. which was definitely not her favorite day, but hey, what was some good old-fashioned ribbing among friends anyways? the second biggest annoyance in her sights- the sun being the first, naturally- was a mafia henchman who had evidently decided to be lazy and make his rounds late. if he didn't move away from the building's security cameras in time then the whole operation would have to be delayed a day and there was no way vixen wanted to go through this bright-and-early shtick again. she would have to improvise... just as soon as she thought of a way to do that.

[wolfrunner]

Out of nervous habit the young teen bit her lower lip chewing on it. This was a bad idea. The girl had little confidence in what she was doing in the first place but now? What Yukiko had managed to muster was gone just as if she had failed from the get go. Now was not the time to confront Chuuya about being a Mafioso again, not when he had other things to worry about that were clearly bothering him. It took him speaking to snap the blue eyed teen out of her regret of busting into the office guns blazing. But Yukiko was never the one to sit idly by doing nothing for very long if at all. The copper haired teen quickly tried to back track covering up her reason for bothering the mafia boss, "I-I.." 'I just wanted to bother you again and make things more stressful because I wasn't thinking and am seriously a stubborn pain in the ass. How you and dad can put up with me on a daily basis I will never know.' Yukiko huffed rolling her eyes internally at her silent confession. Yeah like she was really going to tell the Gifted any of that even if it was the truth.

Tucking her hands innocently behind her back Yukiko rocked back and forth on her heels in place a bit. Azure gaze still locked on one that reflected the Yokohama Sea which somehow had the tendency to bring out her inner giddy, younger then her actual age, child without fail no matter her efforts to repress it. Tilting her head to the side breaking away, the teen caught sight of a hat rack standing against one of the walls nearest the man's desk. On it hung the gloved man's coat and slightly beat up hat. "I wanted to get some fresh air and wanted to see if you'd come along with me. Maybe we could go drop by to see dad and get a coffee.", it sounded more like a question despite it being phrased as a statement as Yukiko made her way to the stand. Plus he'd know she'd already made her routine rounds visiting the graves of those nameless organization members they'd lost. Stopping in front of it she cast a glance back at Chuuya before plucking his hat from the stand to place on her own head. It took some adjusting because the bun in the back of her head made things a bit troublesome. But, once she managed, the copper haired fifteen year old grinned in triumph at her accomplishment. Few seconds later and Yukiko had wrapped herself up in the boss's coat which he useually wore loose around his shoulders. Burying her nose into the coat, the fifteen year old took a deep breath letting the ever lingering scents of the dark fabric wash over her. The lingering smells of expensive alcohol paired with a faint undertone of cigarette smoke wrapped around her. Yukiko then turned striking a pose for the boss before proceeding to strut accross the office like model over exaggerating her steps for her father hoping to lighten the mood somewhat.

[DuskzeHedgie]

⚔ 𝚏𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚢𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒 ⚔ inside tower records café
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the bell of the café door rings quietly as the silver wolf enters, a sharp sound in the midst of a very quiet restaurant. there are almost no customers despite the time of day, though it isn't surprising when you consider the clientele they're frequently catering to. there are discreet looks in fukuzawa's direction and he's certain that his presence was already noticed by security, if it wasn't outright expected in the first place. in all the years he's known mori this shop has been a particular favorite of elise's and there was a good chance that the mafia's previous boss would be getting a bite to eat at one of his old hangouts. it was the best place to seek out an impromptu meeting since they hadn't exactly been on speaking terms most of their lives. sure enough, it didn't take long before the maître d' approached him and offered to take him to the backroom, almost as if she'd been given instructions for his arrival beforehand. fukuzawa took this as a positive sign that mori was open to talking with him even if their long history was a complicated one. he retained an air of calm as he was led to the private dining area in back, hopeful that the encounter would go well but also confident that he could handle the small security detail in the café if it did not. one could never be too sure when mori was involved, and speak of the devil, he was exactly where fukuzawa had expected to him to be; surrounded by luxury and seated at a private table, whilst smiling in his direction expectantly. it didn't seem like the man had aged a day, his aura as powerful and deadly as ever, even if he was supposedly enjoying retirement. "mori," fukuzawa murmured in greeting, careful to keep his voice impassive. "i see you haven't changed."

[quiixxy]

mori ougai // location inside tower records cafe // tags fukuzawa

the coziness of the cafe swarmed around mori, engulfing him in its comforting grasp. it was nice
to be away from the port mafia for once. with elise by his side, contently coloring, and the sharp
smell of pastries filling his senses mori could get used to a mundane life. of course, it wouldnt always
be mundane. there were still times hed have to assist chuuya in an important decision or hustle members
of the port mafia to gather information. there were days though when a member would dismiss mori,
telling him that he was retired, to go enjoy his life, but was he really retired ? had he really surrendered
the position of port mafia boss to a short irritated man ? mori let out a soft sigh and rested his cheek in
the palm of his hand. elise certainly enjoyed this lifestyle. her blue eyes were soft with happiness as
her small hands worked on a drawing. a gruesome drawing at that. but nonetheless it all still felt odd
to mori to just sit, and relax. he found himself wondering the halls of the port mafia, urging to get his
hands on something. as if right on cue mori saw elise look up, her eyes narrowed. “rintaro we have company.”
her voice flat yet there was something in her tone that mori couldnt pin point. was it fear ? hatred ?
mori couldnt seem to figure out what elise was thinking half the time but quickly dismissed it.
the man hadnt even entered the room yet elise and mori could sense his presence. he turned
around in his chair, his thin lips turning upwards into a smirk. as the rough voice spoke out, matching
fukuzawa's appearance mori chuckled. "well this is elise's favorite cafe and mine as well." his pale
violet eyes scanned the room. fukuzawa came alone, an odd move. "and you know what they say enjoy your
retirement to the fullest !" mori's voice came out almost triumphant but a voice opposite of his spoke
up. "no one says that idiot." elise muttered, causing mori to chuckle awkwardly. in these few seconds
mori got a good look at fukuzawa. his slate gray eyes still had an exhausted look to them and his hair framed
his face in loose strands. his lips were pulled into a straight line, giving him an intimidating look. "besides from
me enjoying myself what are you doing here fukuzawa ? you seem rather,,,uptight."

[quiixxy]

chuuya nakahara location main office tags yukiko

chuuya cocked up a brow as yukiko started to rock on her feet. mischief glowed in her eyes, something she had inherited from her mother. he could tell she was attempting to suppress her inner child but that quickly faltered away. her smile was bright and full of youth. the way her eyes pointed upwards slightly as she pranced towards the coat rack caused chuuya’s heart to melt slightly. oh how he loved these moments. chuuya was often misunderstood and people were quick to assume he was a ruthless father. but in reality he loved his daughter. every aspect of her was perfect even if she could get moody, as most teenagers were, and to add onto that chuuya was a moody one during his youth. chuuya watched in amusement as yukiko snatched his hat and coat while starting to parade around the office. some fresh air sounded perfect. possibly a cup of tea somewhere, and a scone. sighing chuuya stood up, running a gloved hand through his hair. “okay, okay, you can stop that now..” he looked up, giving yukiko a half hearted smile. “we can go out wherever youd like today if you wish. itd be a nice change for us and i need the fresh air anyways.”

[DuskzeHedgie]

☆ ωιℓℓσω "νιχєη" ѕнαкєѕρєαʀє ☆ outside port mafia hq
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the kitsune hisses through her teeth. she doesn't have time to waste when the target could be along any second; it's time to move. with exaggerated care she shuffles to another end of the building, into a spot still outside the camera's view, but dangerously close to being visible to security. once there she carefully reaches around the corner and sets fire to a piece of trash on the sidewalk, making it light up with a vibrant blue flame. it would be eye-catching immediately to the guard but hopefully small enough to warrant further investigation before he thought of calling for backup. with her extra sensitive ears she could hear every footfall as the mafioso approached and she used the noise to time her attack just right; removing the poisoned dagger from her knee-high leather boot and ambushing the oblivious watch dog with ruthless precision. he dies silently, beyond the sight of anyone, while vixen shoves down the unpleasant feeling she prefers not to think of as remorse and swiftly acquires the item she needs from his pocket. it's a cellphone. a terribly ordinary cellphone, except for the very important number programmed into the contact list. with her brand new phone the sheep would be able to call chuuya himself if they needed to manipulate him during the op. most days yukiko visited she would ultimately leave by herself, looking especially frustrated for whatever reason. in case chuuya wasn't with yukiko when she returned they would be able to call him directly and tell him that she was in danger so he could make it in time for their little show. alternatively, if he did leave with yukiko, anyone on the street knew that the port mafia boss was more than capable of protecting his own daughter from a drive-by with his gravity manipulation. therefore they would require a distraction. a sheep member would call pretending to be the mafia guard and report that the headquarters were under attack. that would be enough to get chuuya's attention off of yukiko until after it was too late for him to reach her, and if anyone came to question the guard later they would find him dead. vixen estimated she had five minutes to hand off the phone to her friends at the drop point before she had to be in position at the intersection. she heaved a sigh at the idea of running around during the hot day then quickly made herself scarce.

⚔ 𝚏𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚢𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒 ⚔ inside tower records café
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his pale gaze flitted briefly around the cafe, though he was unmoved by the decadent displays. he knew that elise had a taste for rich confections and mori favored sophisticated elegance in a locale, but he had always preferred functionality and simplicity in all aspects of life. "men like us do not retire." he answered in a straightforward monotone. it was clearly a fact given the pivotal, and frequently violent, roles they had played in yokohama that retirement was an unlikely scenario for either of them in the first place, though mostly he was trying to get mori to end this playful facade up front. what most would consider a triumph for the ex mafia boss, that he had survived and made it to retirement outside the organization, he knew mori would actually consider to be one of his greatest failures. that he had been unable to find a leader who could be as cruel and calculating as himself, one willing to do whatever was necessary to ensure the future of the mafia even if it meant murdering the former boss in cold blood and claiming the position for themselves, just as mori had done with his predecessor, was surely weighing down on the ex mafioso. that he had tried countless times and ultimately failed to convince dazai to rejoin the mafia and succeed him, an heir who had once been capable of the same savage ambition as his mentor, was probably a deep regret for him at this point. fukuzawa wasn't surprised that chuuya had not been willing to claim the title in that manner. he was far too loyal, but it was also a weakness in mori's eyes; an inability to set aside personal attachments in an environment rife with corruption and betrayal. mori couldn't be entirely satisfied with his retirement as it stood and fukuzawa would rather he kept the fake smiles to a minimum. as for fukuzawa, his own reasons for this visit were proof enough that he was not fully removed from his own organization either. "i've come to talk about the recent string of deaths in the mafia."